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3. Thirty- one

Author: Shanika Rana
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-24 05:11:58

"My name is Aaron and who are you?" His eyes took me in from head to toe and I resisted the urge to flinch so as not to show him any weakness. 

"Shouldn't I be asking that question? After all, I'm the one sitting here, strapped to a seat." I replied sarcastically. 

"I'll be perfectly happy to answer your question but first I'd like to know why you were in the alpha's room in the first place." My eyes widened at his words. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

"How do you know it was the alpha's room?" I blurted the words out before thinking and snapped my jaw shut as soon as I realized what I had done.

"Ah, so you do know about werewolves." My eyes widened at my mistake and he smirked at me. He had played me and I had unknowingly walked right into his trap. "I had a suspicion that you knew about the existence of werewolves and now I have the proof." 

I just stared blankly at him, lest I give away any important information but then I realized that instead of giving away information, maybe I could get some information instead. "I assume you are the rogues who have been attacking the pack?"

"Guilty as charged." He smiled at me and then his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. I didn't know if rogue wolves could mind the link. I mean, only pack members could mind link and rogues didn't exactly form a pack. 

He bent forward and leaned over me. If this was his plan to make me feel intimidated and powerless, it was working. " I am the rogue who escaped from the pack's dungeons." I could feel swear beads on my skin and my heart skipped a beat as his words played over and over in my head. So, he was the wolf who had been captured in the attack and tortured for information by Harper. "I don't know if you know him, but I'm also the one who jammed that serrated knife in the beta's thigh and made him bleed out on the floor of the prison cell."

My pulse quickened and I tried to keep my expression blank as I heard his callus statement. He was the reason why Aiden was lying unconscious on a bed while my friend Samantha slept beside his hospital bed?! He was the reason why Aiden was now fighting for his life while all the people who loved him suffered from anxiety and heartbreak?! 

All I wanted at that moment was to beat him senselessly and twist his neck for everything he had done till now to harm the people that mattered to me, in addition to the pain he had caused to hundreds of pack members. 

He smirked in satisfaction as he took in how frustrated I was after getting this information. He twisted a lock of hair that had fallen in front of my face and tugged it forcefully. Pain erupted in my scalp and my head twisted in the direction he had tugged at my hair. 

I flinched as he tugged on my hair again and I saw the cruel satisfaction on his face as I registered my pain. "Even if hadn't just confirmed my suspicions about you knowing about werewolves, I had a feeling you were someone important." Aaron let go of my hair and I turned my head so that I could look into his eyes and glare at him. He pulled out my phone from his jeans pocket and waved it in my face. "I mean, you had to be someone important otherwise why would the big, bad, white alpha spam you with voicemails and messages after you went missing after only a few hours?"

My eyes were fixated on Harper's name on my phone's lock screen and his numerous messages and voicemails. "And who's Ethan?" My eyes whipped to meet Aaron's as he watched me look at my phone. "He has been calling you tonight a lot." 

I ignored the phone screen in front of my face and glared right back at my captor. "It's sweet, how incredibly defiant you are acting. I will know what these voicemails and messages say as soon as I get my hacker to look at your phone, you know."

I could feel my heart thud in my chest. Right now, I was just a human who happened to know about werewolves and was found in the alpha's suite but if Aaron checked those messages and somehow deduced that me and Harper were mates, I would be in big trouble. Not only would that make me a wonderful hostage but it could be a dangerous leverage on Harper and his pack. Which meant that I would have to get out of here soon.

Aaron waited for some sort of reaction from me and stood up. "Well, I'll see you later." 

I heard him walk around me and close the door of the room behind me. I released a deep breath as I apprehended that I was alone in the room now.

***

My skin pricked with awareness as I felt a pair of eyes on me. The door behind me creaked slowly and I fought the urge to flinch as someone entered the room. 

I slept in the uncomfortable chair for a few hours. I had thought I would feel panic set in me after Aaron had left but all I had felt were reassuring emotions and the gut feeling that everything would be alright. Maybe it was my brain fooling me so that my fight-or-flight instincts didn't kick in. Whatever it was, the urgency of the situation hadn't set in and even then, I somehow felt super aware of my surroundings. 

My skin felt tingly and sweat beaded on my forehead as I realized that it might be Aaron and he could have possibly hacked my phone and read all the messages and voicemails sent by Harper. 

I had seen the number of messages and voicemails Harper and Ethan had sent me which meant that they couldn't find me. Hopefully, they had found the silver bracelet I had slid off my wrist in Harper's room and put two and two together. I didn't know if Harper would be able to discern that there had been two people sneaking around in his room, but I at least hoped that my fallen bracelet and my absence would somehow set them on the right path. 

I knew that Harper wouldn't sit still after he realized that I was missing and he would command his trackers to look for me by scent. Harper and Ethan would put their animosity aside and look for me. 

I know that whoever has entered the room is now standing in front of me, and is probably watching me silently. I can practically feel their body heat and it somehow feels that it's someone other than Aaron. 

"You don't need to pretend to sleep, you know? I heard your heartbeat spike when I opened the door of this room." A soft, feminine voice floated in the room but still, I resisted the urge to open my eyes. 

To prove her point, she slowly starts whispering. "Thud, thud, thud." Each word was in synch with the pounding of my heartbeat. There was no use in pretending now, so my eyes flew open and landed on the daintiest girl I had ever seen. 

She had a mystical quality about her and if I hadn't met the moon goddess, I would have called this girl magical or enchanting. She was in a simple white sundress, which billowed around her skinny legs. Even in the dark room, she somehow seemed to glow, her skin was so milky white that I had to blink my eyes and look at her again. Her hair looked like a curtain of wavy blonde tresses. It was too dark to discern the color of her eyes but judging by the rest of her it must have been some exotic color. 

We both carefully regarded each other and the silence between us stretched for a few painful minutes. I didn't know what to expect, was this girl as calm and peaceful as she looked or would she go crazy ass and start torturing me? 

"I heard there was a special guest here and thought I would have a look." She tilted her head to one side and moved her eyes all over me. She took a step back, sat down, and leaned her back against the wall. "But now that I see you, I don't see anything special."

This girl looked a year younger than me and even though her last statement wasn't said in my favor, from her mouth, it came out like a lilting melody. She regarded me as nothing special but even then, I didn't feel the least bit offended or struck down. 

"Because I'm not special. I'm not a werewolf like you." 

"My brother wouldn't keep you strapped in a chair like this if he didn't think you were valuable. There must be something about you which he thinks would be beneficial to him." She ignored my words and started drawing random circles with her finger on the floor. 

"Your brothers?" I questioned. "Who, Aaron?" 

"Aaron is my twin brother." She nodded and tilted her head to watch me again. "But you didn't know that, did you?"

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